A little serendipity yesterday:

The surgery schedule was very light; 2 cases and I was finished by 0930. I figured if I left right away from Syracuse I'd be at our cottage on the river in time for lunch and away I drove. Being mid-morning, the traffic was light, although there were plenty of troopers scanning what traffic there was. Indeed, I did arrive at the cottage at 1140, just before D. arrived with lunch fixin's from the grocery. Lunch under the cedars by the river's edge; wow, It doesn't get much better.

While enjoying the ambiance and reading my book (history of the 14th century England) Diane interjected, while reading the newspaper article describing the beginning of blueberry picking at Merkley's, that we should go out there at 5 pm and pick a few baskets full of blueberries. I wasn't keen on leaving the shore to pick berries in the sweltering heat but I relented and the results are 14 heaping quart baskets of beautiful ripe blueberries.

A simple supper of cold bbq'd chicken, tomatoes with mozzarella, basil and balsamic vinegar and fresh bread, all washed down with a Red Diamond Merlot completed a perfect unplanned spur -of-the-moment, interlude.